You can’t always get what you want.
You can’t always get what you want. Johnnie and Susanna were singing the Roller Stone song.” You can’t always get what you want, but sometimes we get what we need.” Me and Suzanna… Continue reading
Tag Archive: California
She was a sea dancer.
She was a sea dancer… She was a painter, part-time poet and she was a sea dancer. She could paint the sea; she could paint the forest and she would paint the faces… Continue reading
One more cup of coffee.
One more cup of coffee.. She was a California dream, in her eyes. You could see the great sea. In her voice, she could take away all my sadness. I went to her… Continue reading
A wish upon a star.
A wish upon a star. A Poem by Coyote Poetry Rewrote some older poetry. A wish upon a starA Poem by Coyote Poetry Old dreams never fade away. A wish upon a star… Every night before I… Continue reading
Summer morning day poetry.
Summer morning day poetry. A Poem by Coyote Poetry My muse is alive this day Summer morning day poetry. 1- Was just a kiss, was just a sweet memory. Maybe was the sweetest kiss?… Continue reading
The empty jars.
The empty jars. I watched her in the kitchen organizing the empty mason jars and empty bottles. She told me on a cold Winter morning, I store my dreams in the old mason… Continue reading
I remember you.
I remember you. A Poem by Coyote Poetry Sometimes we must return to the beginning. To find the missing person in the mirror looking back. I remember you. The summer days were long.The… Continue reading
In Monterey.
In Monterey A Poem by Coyote Poetry We can try to escape. Sooner or later the memory will catch up with us. In Monterey. I called you to tell you I was all… Continue reading
The hills and the Apache.
The hills and the Apache. I had two bottles of good tequila. A bag of some fresh lemons and some salt.I drove for three hours to the California fault line.Do some free-climbing and… Continue reading
The Coyote dancing. The Coyote song.
Coyote song A Poem by Coyote Poetry We need to be free to learn and dream. If we get lock in a cage. We are just waiting for death. The Coyote song. Beautiful… Continue reading